The Golden Circuit

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October 14, 1912. I have counted the shovels in the trench. There are twelve. One is missing its handle. I have counted the hours since the last order. Fourteen. I have counted the coins in my pocket. Three pence. It is a small arithmetic. The mud is freezing, a hard crust that cracks under the boot like old ice. I am thirty-four years old. I have served for six years. I need the commission. I...

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